I’m pursued by a distant voice,
By the twisted songs
Of my former self
They curse every traitorous urge
I conceive in the present
Set aflame
By my fearless stagger
Into ash and oblivion
I’m pursued by a distant voice,
By the twisted songs
Of my former self
They curse every traitorous urge
I conceive in the present
Set aflame
By my fearless stagger
Into ash and oblivion
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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